When a community has barely recovered from a ruthless serial killer
six months earlier; now two more horrifying murders hit the radar again.
It leaves police burdened with two of the most shockingly contaminated
crime scenes ever documented in California’s law enforcement history.
The Slayer works behind the scenes as a sinister puppet master,
precisely pulling the strings, taunting the police without leaving any
viable evidence, and orchestrating his killer hit squads.

The sheriff and district attorney bring in the best investigators.
Reunited again, Dr. Chip Palmer, a reclusive forensic expert, joins DA
Inspector Kate Rawlins to sort through the crime scene aftermath in
search of the truth—all without a probable suspect or a solid motive.
Complicating the investigation—sparks reignite between the two.

Ratcheting up the suspense, Chip suffers a nasty fall hitting his
head, impairing his perception and giving him a mind-blowing ability for
specific detailed recall. Palmer and Rawlins assemble an unusual team
including a rookie detective, a forensic supervisor, and an ex-military
operative turned bodyguard. After one of their own is kidnapped and the
investigation is taken over by the FBI, the now rogue team must pull
together their own resources—alone—with a killer waiting to take each
one of them out. Scene of the Crime takes no prisoners and leaves
everyone fighting to stay alive.

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NOTHING CAPTURED HIS ATTENTION. IT wasn’t as if
he wasn’t looking for anything specific or that he didn’t care about anything,
but everything became like white noise. Looking down, he spotted a couple
squashed beer cans, which had resulted from the constant compression of car
tires repeatedly running over them. Now they lay in the gutter unnoticed—as
discarded litter. Out of boredom, he kicked the aluminum pancakes with his worn
out running shoes. The compressed disks clattered a ways before landing back in
a different part of the same gutter, just as his life.

Roger Case was in one of those moods where everything seemed
futile. It was a time when his temperament plummeted; he entertained the spirit
of defeat, which was becoming more common these days. His concentration slipped
farther into the dwindling mindset of drugs and crime to the point of mania.
Rationalizing his motives, he preferred to enact self-medication.

He needed something strong to take away his thoughts of
negativity. The repetitive movements of his hands and arms worsened. He wanted
anything that would take away his fears, his depression, and his unrelenting
obsession for the next quick fix. Roger knew that even when he felt the most
empowering high that there was a high price to pay—and it was predictable and
inevitable—the hard, downward crash.

Roger hadn’t always been teetering on that slippery slope,
dangling over the life of crime; in fact, he still remembered when things were
normal and even mundane. He grew up in a typical middle class family with his
mom and dad, along with his older brother and sister. Reflecting on those
memories now, he would trade just about anything to have those times back.

Now he waited with anticipation for his contact. It was going
to make everything better—at least for a while. He convinced himself that just
a little bit of crystal meth would help him get back on track—to see things
clearly again. It wasn’t as if he was a full-blown addict, he just needed
something to help motivate and push him in the right direction.

He heard a hollow scraping noise and stopped to listen.
Standing quietly, still straining to hear, but that sound never repeated. He
looked around. Curious. The sound seemed to resonate in his head instead of
around the street. Upon further inspection, he realized it came from inside the
cement structure.

The old water treatment plant had been decommissioned by the
county some time ago, now outdated, and was nothing more than an eyesore
gathering the grime and deteriorating aspects of time gone by. Something loomed
in Roger’s vision and waited in darkness—he strained his eyes looking into the
long structure that seemed to lead to nowhere.

Maybe his connection made a change of plans and the meeting
place was at the cement sinew, and out of sight from any onlookers, or cops
happening by on their route. It was possible. At this point in Roger’s life,
anything was possible.

Roger contemplated his options for a moment and then decided
to check it out. He turned toward the water treatment plant and headed inside.
The first thing he noticed was the temperature difference—cold and damp
compared to the warmer street areas.

He slowed his pace, unsure if he should call out or announce
his presence. Fidgeting nonstop with his hands, pressing his fingers tighter
and then releasing them, Roger moved farther into the tunnel.

A shuffling sound came from the other end.

“Hello?” he finally said, his voice weak and tinny which made
him unconsciously twitch.

A muffled dragging sound was the responded answer. It
resonated from the back-left area.

“Hey, I don’t have time for this… you either want the money
or not.” He tried to sound tough but his nerves were frayed. It wasn’t
something he was used to feeling. In fact, Roger couldn’t remember the last
time he felt scared, frustrated, angry or anxious.

The damp cement tunnel seemed to pull him closer to the heart
of it—into the bowels of no return. Instead of turning around and leaving,
Roger slowly moved deeper into the cavern. It was as if someone or something
else had control over his body. His insatiable curiosity had put him in
troubling situations throughout his life. It contributed to him getting into
deep trouble with a growing rap sheet to prove it.

Most memories had a calming effect on Roger, which had
initiated his fidgeting to cease and his hesitation to subside. He didn’t
understand many people’s fears and phobias, most things were just benign and
didn’t amount to anything remotely scary or debilitating.

There it was again—a dragging sound followed by what he
thought were hushed whispers.

Kids.

He would smack a kid if they jumped out at him or gave him
any crap. Most likely, they were tagging gang symbols and looking to get into
trouble.

There was the distinct sound of two people whispering to each
other.

Roger tried to sharpen his vision but the darkness played
tricks on him with weird shadow figure apparitions. He blinked his eyes quickly
trying to concentrate on the area and where the kids were hiding; his eyes
began to water from the extreme effort. Wiping away the aggravated tears, Roger
felt his surroundings close in tightly around him as his perception changed.
The darkness seemed to give a strange rippled effect.

The voices became louder. There was nothing sinister about
the voices, but they were speaking faster with more of an urgent tone.

“Hey, you little maggots, I know you’re here,” stated Roger.

He stopped and stood still.

The darkness still loomed around him, but there was a quietness
that overcame him.

A brief hundredth of a second, a peculiar whizzing noise
filled Roger’s ears and then a brutal blow struck his head and knocked him off
his feet. With a ringing in his head and a groggy consciousness, he tried to
sit up but more savage blows pummeled his body. It sounded as if a tree
splintered just before it fell in the forest. His breath caught in his lungs.
Everything went dark.

The anonymous whispers stopped.

All buzzing in his ears stopped.

Roger Case’s heart stopped too.

Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and best-selling crime
fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a
bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology
& criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her
curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience
with a violent sociopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal
investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds
certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is an
affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic
Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.

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You know
that exhausted, tired feeling after a long day of standing on your
feet? You come home and immediately kick your shoes off and peel away your
socks—now that’s relief. You even feel a little bit lighter and brighter
in spirit once you have shed your shoes.

My writing
quirk is working in my bare feet. I don’t really know if it’s a quirk rather
than a preference. When I’m writing in my home office, I do so without
shoes or socks. Why you ask? The only answer I can convey is that I
like it. I feel more relaxed and ideas seem to flow easier.

I wanted
to find out if there was really something about being more productive with bare
feet. Once something grabs hold of my curious mind, I cannot seem to let it go
until I’m satisfied with the answer. I began to research the “barefoot
syndrome” and here are a few things that I found out.

There is
actually a society called Society
for Barefoot Living founded 1994 with over 1,400 members from
around the world. Here is a quote from their homepage, “Set your feet free
and your mind will follow…”

That’s
interesting.

According
to an article written in the New York Magazine, we walk wrong and
we’re hurting our feet by wearing shoes. This immediately caught my
attention and I probed a little bit further into this phenomenon to find out
exactly why.

“Natural
gait is biomechanically impossible for any shoe-wearing person,” wrote Dr. William A.
Rossi in a 1999 article in Podiatry Management.“It took 4 million
years to develop our unique human foot and our consequent distinctive form of
gait, a remarkable feat of bioengineering. Yet, in only a few thousand years,
and with one carelessly designed instrument, our shoes, we have warped the pure
anatomical form of human gait, obstructing its engineering efficiency,
afflicting it with strains and stresses and denying it its natural grace of
form and ease of movement head to foot.”

There are
definite health benefits of going bare foot. I was amazed to find out that
my quirky habit when I write actually has some scientific merit to
it. Think about all of the cultures and martial arts disciplines that
involve being barefoot.

Kicking
off your shoes can actually:

·Keeps
your feet properly exercised, agile, and in shape. Stronger feet help to
make a stronger body. Wearing shoes can actually make your feet lazy and
potentially increase the risk of injury.

·Fights
varicose veins by improving circulation.

·Relaxes
the body and mind. It changes the mindset that we associate when we are
wearing shoes.

I don’t
know if I’m ready to toss all my shoes for the barefoot lifestyle, but I know
that when I’m writing I feel more relaxed and ready to take on any storyline
challenge with ease.

Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and best-selling crime
fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a
bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology
& criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her
curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience
with a violent sociopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal
investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds
certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is an
affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic
Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.

Monday, June 18, 2018

“LAUNDRY MAN is in the
tough-talking tradition of Elmore Leonard and Ed McBain and deeply infused with
a sense of place. Jake Needham gets things right.” -- Asia Review of Books

Once a high-flying international lawyer, a member of the innermost circles of
government power, Jack Shepherd has abandoned the savage politics of Washington
for the lethargic backwater of Bangkok, where he is now just an unremarkable
professor at an unimportant university in an insignificant city.

Or is he?

A secretive Asian bank collapses under dubious circumstances. A former law
partner Shepherd thought was dead admits he was behind the disgraced bank and
coerces Shepherd into helping him track the hundreds of millions of dollars
that disappeared in the collapse. A twisting trail of deceit leads Shepherd
from Bangkok to Hong Kong and eventually to an isolated villa on the fabled
island of Phuket where he confronts the evil at the heart of a monstrous game
of international treachery.

A lawyer among people who laugh at the law, a friend in a land where today’s
allies are tomorrow’s fugitives, Jack Shepherd battles a global tide of
corruption, extortion and murder that is fast engulfing the new life he has
made for himself in Thailand

REVIEW

Superb Complex Thriller –
BUY IT

Jack Shepherd is living the life in
Bangkok. Teaching at Chulalongkorn University, his lawyering days are behind
him – or so he thought. A two o’clock in the morning call awakens him from a
sound sleep, but that’s not the problem. The problem is the other guy on the
line. He insists he’s Barry Gale, but as everyone knows, Gale is dead.

Oh, this book is a winner!

LAUNDRY MAN by Jake Needham is the kind of
book you hope to find, but rarely do. From the first page, it sinks its hook into
a reader’s soft palate, and doesn’t let go. Good on so many levels, it’s sort
of frightening that someone can tell a story this well, but that’s what happens
in this non-stop plunge into a conspiratorial abyss.

Needham is masterful in his delivery. The
atmosphere and descriptions are first-rate, and as for the story, it’s cogent
and impressive in scope. No doubt that you’ll want to be puttin’ on those
thinking caps for this one! The plot hinges on dirty business deals and global
finance, but don’t worry if you’re not up on international law. The ins and
outs are told in a remarkable understandable style. The complex information is
comprehensible and quickly processed. The skillful handling helps prevent the
pacing from getting bogged down, while its inclusion helps form a fuller, more
intricate picture of the spidery doings going on.

Jack Shepherd is a bona fide hit. His
character is illustrated to the nth degree. We see his strengths and many
flaws, but don’t lose sympathy because of the shortcomings. Instead, we fight
alongside him as the web tightens round him. In fact, all the very many seamy,
seamier, seamiest characters he meets along the way are enjoyable. They’re of
the scum-sucking variety and really add depth of flavor to this soup.

Everybody has an angle, and I wasted no
time in trying like crazy to figure out what they were and where the story was
headed. Luckily, it was impossible, and so I gave up trying and went along for
the ride. Let me tell you it was sensational, and it’s books like these that
make me want to give up backseat driving for good!

Kudos to Mr. Needham, and to those savvy
enough to pick this baby up and find how good reading can be. While I usually
include both up and downsides in my reviews, there are no downsides here. It’s
why I can give it FIVE BIG BOLD THRILLING STARS for a job well done! If you’re
into intelligent action, LAUNDRY MAN is a must!